home

i've gotta get home

there's a garden to tend

all the fruit's on the ground

the birds have all moved back into my attic

whistled in static

the young learn to fly

i will patch up the holes once again

well

i can't believe that my lime tree is dead

i thought it was sleeping

i guess it got fed up with not being fed

and i would be too

i keep food in my belly

and hope that my time isn't soon. isn't soon. and so i try to understand

what i can't hold in my hand

and whatever i find

i'll find my way back to you

and if you could try to find it too

'cause this place is overgrown

it's a waxing moon. home is wherever we are if there's love here too

in the back of my house there's a trail that won't end

we went walking so far

it grew back again

and now there's no trail at all

only grass growing taller

get out my machete and battle with time once again

but i'm bound to lose 'cause i'll be damned if time don't win

i've gotta get home

there's a garden to tend

all the seeds from the fruit buried and began

their own family trees teach them

thank you and please

they spread their own roots

then watch their young fruit grow again

and this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins

and so i try to understand

what i can't hold in my hand

and whatever i find i'll find my way back to you

and if you could try to find it too

'cause this place is overgrown

it's a waxing moon. home is wherever we are if there's love here too

i said

home is wherever we are if there's love here too

home is wherever we are if there's love here too